Chapter 1: Friends Forever
Author's note: First off, I'd like to start with a disclaimer stating that I do not own anything that has to do with Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, those praises go to the lovely folks at Disney, and I think I speak for all girls that enjoy drooling over the hunky actors, congradulations and please accept the gift of this phony will leaving everything to me, and this large bomb. Anyway, now back to my author's note: G'day, how are you? This is another PotC gushy-romancy fanfic, because my other one got reported and deleted. Grrrrrrr... Anyway, I couldn't sleep one night, and I came up with this idea at one in the morning, so I wrote it until four, fell asleep, got a grand total of three hours of snooze time and then I woke up and had to go to summer camp. Sound fun? Yeah, thats what I thought.
Anyhoodle, this is my story, Siren. I hope Siren doesn't seem to mutch of a Mary-Sue. I tried desperately to make her a not-Mary-Sue... type... person ... thing. Anyway, here it is, the romance! The danger! Johnny Depp(drool)! Let the show... begin. (cue light fade out and opening credits.)
I met him at age five. We liked each other instantly, or at least I liked him, I think he just thought I was cute. We couldn't have been more different, he was tall, dark, and handsome, I was always sort of short, always a bit too chubby for my mother's liking, and platinum-blonde, with enormous blue eyes. I was kneeling at the edge of the dock, staring intently at a fish swimming around a rock. At that age, I was amused fairly easily, and the sight of the silver-finned creature completely entranced me, so mutch that I diddn't see the boy behind me untill he was kneeling beside me.
"What are you looking at?" He asked me, bending over the side and looking for what I was watching. His sudden presence where I hadn't seen him before frightened me, but I answered.
"A fish." I said, pointing a chubby finger at the dart of silver you could see around the rock.
"Ah, thats a bass, a big one, too."
"Whats a bass?"
"A fish that tastes good."
"I don't like fish."
"Then you obvoiusly haven't tried my mother's cooking."
"My mother doesn't cook, she sais its unsightly or something. My mother's a duchess."
"Wow, that makes you like royalty or something, right?"
"Not exactly."
"Well it seems better than my life."
"How can your life be bad if your mom cooks good?"
He laughed, he had a nice laugh, low, sweet and kind. The kind of laugh that makes you want to laugh too. "There are ways, kid, there are ways."
"My name's not Kid."
"What is it?"
"Siren."
"Siren... thats a beautiful name."
"Thank you, whats your name?"
"Jack. Jack Canning."
"I like you, Jack."
"I like you, too. How old are you?"
"Five."
"I'm ten."
"I'm five."
"I know."
"I know."
We looked at each other for a moment, and we both started laughing.
We where friends from that day on.
(A/N: I know this is boring, but it gets better! I PROMISE!!!)
Seven years later, I was twelve and he was seventeen, I was stuck in tutoring all day and he had a job, I lived in a manor next to governer Swann's, and he lived in a cobblestone cottage by the ocean, but we were best friends, we'd always be best friends. Always.
Or at least thats what I thought.
Unhappiness came as the form of a rock hitting my window, I diddn't hear it, I was too wrapped up in my dream of chipmunks made of chocolate (Weird, I know, but welcome to my world). The second rock jolted me into semi-consiousness, the third one actually woke me.
Outside my room there is a small, semi-circle balcony outside a window-like door, onto this I stepped, and I had to duck another rock to avoid being hit.
"Hey! Are you trying to kill someone?!" I hissed into the night.
"Siren?"
"Jack?" I stepped to the edge of the balcony and looked down at the cobblestone path that wound past my house. There he stood, bathed in moonlight, a tall, dark, handsome figure. No longer the skrawny, clumsy boy I knew, he had grown, well built, tanned and fair, it was no wonder he had girls lined up to the next city for but a compliment. "What are you doing here? Wait a minute, I'll come down."
"Wait! Stay up, I'm leaving soon. I... I came to say goodbye."
"Goodbye? Well... when are you coming back?"
"I'm not... I... I'm running away."
"What? Jack..."
"Siren, I'm sorry, I have to."
"Your really serious about this? Jack, you can't! Remember, we're going to run away together, When I turn fifteen, we're going to run away and exlore great lands and... Jack, thats only three years away..."
"No! Siren, I have to go i now i ."
"Well.... why?"
"It's too late to explain... Siren, I'll never forget you, you'll always be my best friend..."
"Jack, wait!" I bolted inside and ran to my desk, where I started rummaging through a small gold box where I keep my most precious belongings. My hand brushed against something and I drew it out.
A necklace.
It was a dark green stone, smooth and oval, and dotted with something shiny that I expect was quartz, it was about the size of two digits of my pinky finger. I had found it one afternoon, I'd snuck away from mother and headed down to the beach with Jack. It had one natural hole in one end, I'd used that to string it with a gold chain.
Running back to the balcony, I tossed the necklace to him, and he caught it.
"Wow. Thanks. Wait, I've got something for you."
He slipped a ring off his finger and tossed it up. It was a man's ring, but no less beautiful. It diddn't even come close to fitting around my thumb, but tears came to my eyes as I looked at it.
"Goodbye, Jack...I'll miss you." I said, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill and ruin my perfect moment. I couldn't tell if he was crying, but I could hear emotion in his voice, strained, as if he was trying to suppress it, but it was there, undoubtedly.
"I love you, Siren."
He turned and ran, ran down towards the ocean where a small boat was anchored, before he reached the end of my street I whispered, tears finally spilling over my pale cheeks: "I love you... Jack."
It would be a very, very long time before I knew if he heard me.
A/N Oh! tear Poor Siren, left all alone... Jack, nice name, huh? I think we know a certain swashbuckilng pirate by the same one... different last name though.... coincedence? I think not!